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Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
Literature
6 word story
She swallowed the pills again, hoping.
Literature
Coming Up with Original Ideas
TT: Coming Up with Original Ideas
Half the reason people steal stories nowadays is because they don’t know how to write their own, or if they even can. If it’s not that, it’s because they want their fifteen minutes of fame, riding the coattails of an author who actually put effort and care into their stories.
The thing is, writing your own stories and coming up with your own ideas is NOT as hard as you think.
Here are a few tips on how to come up with unique, original ideas for short stories/fan fictions that you want to be writing.
So Where Do We Start?
Writing a fan fiction is both a combination of hard work and focus,
Literature
Why I Laughed at His Funeral
Was dull, as funerals
go.
It was nothing I could help, the sound of it
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
, bowel movement of black,
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t mad from knowing the truth
or wanting to, not knowing enough?
Bobby Sweethouse died
throwing himself off the school roof.
His mother was the first to collect his remains,
ashamed almost to see
all the mess her boy had made.
Many of my friends had said,
he deserved this for being a queer,
or something along those lines, I’m sure
they could pull whatever th
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A revised version of: An artist
This is by far the end product so perhaps it could be called a work in progress.
Picture is free stock image (lost the link but willing to search for it later on).
Poem was written by
Feedback of any kind is welcome
Comment in particular are much appreciated.
EDIT My word, a daily deviation?!
This is way too kind of you
Well I should thank a few people on skype after this because they made me want to write and/or revise this piece in the first place
Also a big thank you to
This is by far the end product so perhaps it could be called a work in progress.
Picture is free stock image (lost the link but willing to search for it later on).
Poem was written by
Feedback of any kind is welcome
Comment in particular are much appreciated.
EDIT My word, a daily deviation?!
This is way too kind of you
Well I should thank a few people on skype after this because they made me want to write and/or revise this piece in the first place
Also a big thank you to
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Congrats on the DD!